She Who Started the Dance (Prt2)

She was stunning when she climaxed. The way she moved was enchanting. Julie was the most sensual woman he had the pleasure of bringing into several throes of passion.

"Duncan!" She climaxed for the nth time.

He had long got rid of shorts and underwear. The bed was soaked with her juices, her hair was matted with sweat, and so were their bodies.

He was hard as a rock. And the way she moved and called his name was not helping. All Duncan wanted to do was sink into that pink flesh between her legs.

He once again buried his head against the delicate folds of her pussy. She was so sweet and no matter how many times he dipped his tongue inside her he couldn't get enough of her.

Her legs were trembling, a sign of her impending climax once more. But this time he knew it was different.

Julie's whole body began to tremble and a wail of pleasure came out from her. The cum coming out of her was gushing and he opened his mouth to drink every drop she had.